Past

"Hmm… Where am I can someone hear me?"

As he shouted the sound of a dying man echoes through the thick darkness, he could barely see anything but water and rat that are running over him creepily. Slowly he started to noted that his head is pounding so much that is making him want to passed out. The only prominent figure was a group of rats eating a rat by his arm, leg and the head.

"Am I in hell….? Did I die….? This is the end…...?"

He started to regret, my life I got nothing my family, my love one leave me just for money. I have been following that thing call money and I have not once enjoyed my life. I want to eat my mother cooking, I want to feel my little sister warm hug, I want to hear my father voice, I….i. want to feel the love….the love that I have never experienced….cook? mother cooking? did she even there when you first go to elementary school, what is the home cooked meals taste like I have been eating cup noodles for too long I think I lost my taste bud.

My…. little sister warm hug? Did they let you see her when she was born because they thought you might give her your disappointing face, brain, thinking, and mainly your ability to find money for them? Did you even know your little sister's name? Did your sister know she have a brother? You want to hear the voice of your father? What voice? the voice he shouted as he beat you up for not giving him enough money? Did you hit your head? Do you think he give you any compliments? They all left when you were only '12'. Are you thinking they care about you?

"No…My sister did not leave me; she was taken away"

Do you still have sympathy for that family? Forget them; burn them alive; don't even give them a place in your mind. You are in your last minute, and the thing you thought of was that family. You making me want to throw up. Don't even get me started on the one you say you love the most. She left you for a wealthy man, although you try your best to give her the money that you get every month. She didn't feel sorry when she left you; she even made you think that you were the problem.

"Kill them…. Kill them all…. They make you suffer"

"Hello?"

He hears a water splash and a light shine through the tunnel to his eyes. He flew and could not see anything but a bright white background. His hand was tied up, so he could not stop the light from coming into his eyes. Slowly, he started to hear a loud police siren, and more footsteps approached him closely.

A man held my head, looking directly into my eyes, and asked, "are you okay?". He untied me up, took me to the ambulance, and gave medicine to my wounds. Then they started an investigation. "what happened?" "Do you remember anything that happened to you?". He can't say anything because he doesn't know anything about what happened to him. He doesn't even know what place he was in.

"stop it." A voice shouted across the road. "his family was murdered a week ago. Don't pressure him; let's do the investigation at the station.

"murdered?" .....